This femdom podcast is very different from my usual ‘Reader Q&A’.
I wanted to do something positive for you, my readers and listeners, who might be struggling right now. There is a lot of uncertainty and fear out there: These are scary times, and the worry about the escalating situation is very stressful for everybody. While there is not a lot I can do to change any of that, I can offer 10 minutes of respite for those who might find it helpful.
I was going to do a meditation specifically for relaxation and anxiety relief, but ended up with … Continue Reading
I was delighted to be the muse for this femdom sonnet by @SexSonnets: I love it, thank you so much :).
Words and visuals: His.
Voice and Australian non-accent: Mine.
The M’s reverberated from full lips.
The A’s resounded from a boy’s timid
Desire to please my own bethroned hips;
A shivered vowel stretched to limit.
“Yes Ma’am, I am” he so beamed from below.
We shared a glint of pulsing recognition.
I saw in him my need to so bestow
“My good boy” in dutiful submission.
I cupped his chin, a pinch to counter weight
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For Mystic: Her favourite poem.
Because she would ask me why I loved her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and … Continue Reading
I am still working through the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post (you didn’t think I’d forgotten did you?!).
This is a reading of The couch, a gentle and incredibly sweet scenario I wrote about quite a while ago.
This recording courtesy of a request by:
slapshot… Continue Reading
This is another request from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post by Peroxide, who doesn’t even really like poetry, but requested that I read Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda, which I have posted previously.
I love quite a few of Neruda’s poems; his passion and beautiful turn of phrase is compelling.
Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your … Continue Reading
In this post, I fulfilled a couple of other reader requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they raawwwrr‘ post who wanted to hear me telling them what to do, all stern-like.
This was surprisingly difficult.
With the first one, to make it interesting, I had to kind of set up the entire scenario. In real life, I’d be much more likely just to go, “Go and do the chores, boy” and expect him to get up off his arse and go do it.
With the second, I was given a script that doesn’t at all reflect how I … Continue Reading
You asked for it, you got it!!
In this recording are some of the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post.
There is silliness and laughing and someone who might be me sounding very much like a Crocodile Dundee reject.
The recording contains requests from:
– DumbDomme, Tom Allen
– # [Hash]
The other requests are coming soon, in a blog post near you!… Continue Reading